Man in the Middle

Uhhh uh uh uh uh ay look It's Picasso yeah look F*ck if we catching your ass we letting it blam we aiming it straight for your hat I rock with 22 straps we letting it clap we spinning getting it back These niggas fake I just cannot adapt I ride around with that gun on my lap I still remember them days in the trap I made it out I can never go back Man in the Middle I can't tell you what I done been through Ride around keep my hand on my pistol Got your girl and she blowing my whistle Yeah my girl she a dime ain't no nickel I was raised by the gun Ain't no system I'm a gangsta you talk then we blick you Ride around I'm the Man in the Middle F*ck if we catch you we upping the score I still remember them days we was poor You talk bout beef we ain't letting it go Police catch me I ain't never gon fold I make a millie I'm still gon want more I rock amiri from head to my toe We see an opp then we letting it blow I'm signed to the streets I'm the hoods durkio Soon as I look at all these niggas stat sheets see there position they destined to hate No I can never ever do no rap beef talk about me you get one to your face Said you got guala we know we be capping niggas so broke that they can not debate See in the future I'm moving to Callie swear on my soul that I'm gonna be great Niggas be hating on me coz I keep it G in still gon be flexing huh They tryna leave me deceased when I'm in the streets but I don't be stressing huh Ever she pull up on me she don't wanna leave she getting obsessive huh If he gon' disrespect me we make his top leak we teach him a lesson huh F*ck if we catching your ass we letting it blam we aiming it straight for your hat I rock with 22 straps we letting it clap we spinning getting it back These niggas fake I just cannot adapt I ride around with that gun on my lap I still remember them days in the trap I made it out I can never go back Man in the Middle I can't tell you what I done been through Ride around keep my hand on my pistol Got your girl and she blowing my whistle Yeah my girl she a dime ain't no nickel I was raised by the gun Ain't no system I'm a gangsta you talk then we blick you Ride around I'm the Man in the Middle F*ck if we catching your ass we letting it blam we aiming it straight for your hat I rock with 22 straps we letting it clap we spinning getting it back These niggas fake I just cannot adapt I ride around with that gun on my lap I still remember them days in the trap I made it out I can never go back Man in the Middle I can't tell you what I done been through Ride around keep my hand on my pistol Got your girl and she blowing my whistle Yeah my girl she a dime ain't no nickel I was raised by the gun Ain't no system I'm a gangsta you talk then we blick you Ride around I'm the Man in the Middle